>"Up the street, mixed in the wind, blew the children, and turned the corner onto the brownish red brick school court. It was wonderful. Bits of pink of blue, white yellow, green, purple, brown, black, carried by jerky little stems of brown or yellow or brown-black, blew by the unhandsome gray and decay of the double-apartment buildings, past the little plots of dirt and scanty grass … There were lives in the buildings. Past the tiny lives the children blew."